One of the first- perhaps the very first- person to blogroll my lame old AOL blog, and a great guy besides, has new digs. One of the more amusing members of blogdom, for my money, beause he entertains trolls, and blasts them like the shoe scrapings they are. A man with a temper not unlike mine, and the balls to post his home address on the internet, inviting trolls to, as he says, “bring it on” Watch this space, seriously.
Today I attended the Design Engineering show at McCormick place.
Lots of cool new tech, etc, and I got a lot of ammo for the next years worth of software reccomendations. On the other hand, one of the coolest things is the swag. yeah, a lot of crap, but some cool stuff too; Squeezy balls shaped like baseball helmets, one even shaped like a brain. Two dozen nice quality ballpoint pens. One ballpoint pen/ FM stereo combination. A fudge brownie. A Starbucks’ coffee. Multiple pieces of software. Lots of contest entries.
And 13+ miles of walking around McCormack place. Dogs barking. Must sleep. More later.
Oh!! MT upgrade by Sekimori
Seki rocks.
Seki wanted me to let you know that she is NOT responsible for the- how did she put it? “Alleged design” of this blog.
My hometown. A good place to be from. Fact is, escaping that southern-democrat shithole was one of the best things I ever did with my life. There still isn’t so much as a single black student at the local high school, and almost no black population after dark. The lake itself is famous for being one of the first bodies of water in the midwest to be condemned.
Jean Shepherd (A Christmas Story) immortalizes Cedar lake in a few of his novels, notably “in god we trust, all others pay cash” where he talks about going to cedar lake Crappie Fishing with his dad.
My dad knew better. We fished the lake as kids, but we were under strict orders never to eat anything, and we had to wash our hands and fishing equipment if we ever got any of it wet with lakewater.
You see, Cedar Lake was originally a resort town. Folks from Chicago would come down to the lake and live there in the summertime, or at least spend weekends. it was cooler than the city, and middle class families could buy a little chunk of land and put a three room cottage, little or no heat, outhouse, have a summer blast. The lake, at the turn of the century, was clean and pretty, full of life.
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